My Wife Gets Gangraped?
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Chapter 24: Another Party
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 24: Another Party - A husband and wife argue about the wife’s revealing dress choice for a night out, and so the erotica begins...
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual NonConsensual Rape Reluctant True Story Cuckold Slut Wife Wimp Husband Incest Mother Sister Daughter Uncle Niece Humiliation Rough Snuff Torture Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Indian Male Indian Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Necrophilia Squirting Water Sports Big Breasts Public Sex Caution Prostitution Violence
“Where the fuck is our drinks?” Ramesh growls at me. Everyone looks at me. I just got noticed. “The bartender took so much time ... I had...” Ramesh starts walking threateningly toward me. They murder girls. I freeze in fear.
My wife grabs his arms. He looks at her, she looks at him innocently. She still has her other arm wrapped around Umesh who is groping her ass and thrusting his fingers in and out of her. She doesn’t say anything, nor does Ramesh.
Ramesh turns to look at me. “Get the fucking drinks now”, he orders. I nod.
“Can you also bring a bottle of water? I am feeling very thirsty”, my wife says. I nod at her and leave her in the arms of a guy who likes to strangle girls to death while he fucks them.
The bartender pretends he doesn’t even know him and like he didn’t grab two thousand rupees from my hands. The bartender takes too much time to come to ask for the order. Even after taking the order, he doesn’t start preparing for a long time. I would have returned by now if I had unknown at a bunch of serial rapist murderers will do to me if I don’t do what they want.
I hear my wife laughing hysterically and see her being carried to the drinking area by the mob who had tried to rape her. They plop her down on the drink counter. She continues to laugh and hides her pussy with one hand. “Water bottle,” Ramesh says and immediately the bartender throws him one. He opens the cap and squeezes the bottle aiming at his wife. My wife just looks slightly annoyed but starts laughing as water flows downward through the contours of her body. “One more” he orders, and the bartender throws another immediately.
“Open your mouth,” Ramesh says. My wife giggles and opens her mouth. Ramesh starts squirting the water from a distance. Others also start doing the same. She gulps some but people miss a lot and water keeps flowing through her body. It’s like she is having a bath.